One day I will be gone and far away never will you hear my voice again and this friend you will have lost when im dead and gone sitting on that edge crying the night away I will fall away from you and I will fall away from this life I never knew. This life I was never good at, no matter how hard I tried. If I could show you the beauty of this world I would but, not even I could find it. No matter how high I searched and no matter how many hearts that have been broken inside.
I will take this to my grave as they bury me in my coffin. This will be the last time, that I awaken for thee. I will never tell myself that this is the last time. Knowing that im lieing to myself yet again. When will I ever be truthful to myself, why cant this not be the way it has to be. Why cant I sleep forever, never to wake up again. This is noone's fault but my own, and if I had the strength I could change this myself. If I had that will this constant cycle would finally end. I wouldnt feel this constant need to cry and be absolutly perfect for you. Always worrying the worst about everything that this life throws at me. Every road block and every rock thrown at me knocks me down and I hate getting back up.
Why cant I just stay down the pain seems to be less intense when you just give up. Never have a feeling again, no feeling of fear, care, or love again. Just strip them away from me, take them from me. I hate being depressed about these little things. Why dont I have the will inside, why can I never pull the trigger. Cut my wrists, or just stop feeling this way. It is some sick joke that never ends, like someone is laughing in my face. And no matter how hard I try to cry. I can never when I need it the most, so please just punch me make me bleed. Make me, cry out these tears that I dream of. When will it be my turn to just die. When will these tears pour from my eyes and everything be alright.
Why is it the constant pain I go through noone can see. The stupidity and the disease I must have inside. When I want to die over something so little why am I so emotional. This wreck of a human being no purpose. Or as far as I can see, I have no reason to be. I get sad so easily. Waiting to be saved but this dream that I have is nothing more then false hope I hold inside. Hoping this will be the last time as I wait to just be someone else. To change my name my identy and the very being that is me. One day this dream will become a reality, as I say my goodbyes and disapear. Turning my back on all of my friends and all I ever knew. I will leave behind everything I know about this life which I knew nothing about. As I relearn everything and finally run away from my life, as I count down these days soon I can cry. And soon this sun will go down for the last time for me it will be an eternity. As I wave goodbye and walk off into that sunset, and as you lower my coffin. Forgetting me is less painless then remembering me.
tell me what you think
I will take this to my grave as they bury me in my coffin. This will be the last time, that I awaken for thee. I will never tell myself that this is the last time. Knowing that im lieing to myself yet again. When will I ever be truthful to myself, why cant this not be the way it has to be. Why cant I sleep forever, never to wake up again. This is noone's fault but my own, and if I had the strength I could change this myself. If I had that will this constant cycle would finally end. I wouldnt feel this constant need to cry and be absolutly perfect for you. Always worrying the worst about everything that this life throws at me. Every road block and every rock thrown at me knocks me down and I hate getting back up.
Why cant I just stay down the pain seems to be less intense when you just give up. Never have a feeling again, no feeling of fear, care, or love again. Just strip them away from me, take them from me. I hate being depressed about these little things. Why dont I have the will inside, why can I never pull the trigger. Cut my wrists, or just stop feeling this way. It is some sick joke that never ends, like someone is laughing in my face. And no matter how hard I try to cry. I can never when I need it the most, so please just punch me make me bleed. Make me, cry out these tears that I dream of. When will it be my turn to just die. When will these tears pour from my eyes and everything be alright.
Why is it the constant pain I go through noone can see. The stupidity and the disease I must have inside. When I want to die over something so little why am I so emotional. This wreck of a human being no purpose. Or as far as I can see, I have no reason to be. I get sad so easily. Waiting to be saved but this dream that I have is nothing more then false hope I hold inside. Hoping this will be the last time as I wait to just be someone else. To change my name my identy and the very being that is me. One day this dream will become a reality, as I say my goodbyes and disapear. Turning my back on all of my friends and all I ever knew. I will leave behind everything I know about this life which I knew nothing about. As I relearn everything and finally run away from my life, as I count down these days soon I can cry. And soon this sun will go down for the last time for me it will be an eternity. As I wave goodbye and walk off into that sunset, and as you lower my coffin. Forgetting me is less painless then remembering me.
tell me what you think